It Ain’t A Crime (UK Remix) House of Pain

Johnny was a bad boy, he was juvenile delinquent
He had his picture on the wall of every precinct
He had a rep of hanging out with his homies
Puffin' on the blunts and sippin' on the forties
But when he spoke, nobody would listen
And when he was home, yo, his parents they would diss him

They called him a bum, a worthless piece of shit
So over this he had a fit
And now he grabs his bag and heads for the door
And walks to the neighborhood liquor store
Pulls out a gun, tells the old man, "Hit the floor"
Then breaks open the register drawer

Pulls out the money, stuffs it in his pocket
Points his pistol then he starts to cock it
The man panics and gun goes off
Stupid old fool made Johnny blow his head off
But he don't care 'cuz Johnny was thought
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught

It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
That's how it is, homie, like it or not